Please don’t open that door that I have locked.
What hides behind it is not for others to see.
My darkest secrets are hidden there, for all eternity.
Never to be known by those I have mocked.
The skeletons in that closet are locked away as I laugh and make fun of others.
Their father’s, sisters, even their mother’s.
While the perfect and innocent in their eyes I portray.
For as long as my dirty secrets are never known.
I will humiliate you any way that I can I am a righteous soul; everyone knows that I am.
My skeletons are locked away so that I may claim my throne.
My skeletons are under lock and key.
Yours are like that of a shelved book, I will gladly open it for all to look.
As I look you in the eye, I will tell you it wasn’t me.
You can trust me, my love and friendship are true.
I would never betray our relationship my friend I will stand by you to the bitter end.
I would never disclose not one of the secrets I know about you.
Sealed with a hug, a silent snicker, and an evil grin.
Before you are out of sight, all my social media’s pulled up on my phone.
I cannot wait to tell it all while perched on my throne.
So clever am I….. once again, I win.
You heard what? What did they say?
But who, why………? how? I have the key.
Who else could possibly know all these secrets about me?
How can I face everyone else this way?
The locked door is wide open for all to see.
My deepest darkest secrets to all are shown.
It crumbles before me, my glory, my throne.
I am no longer better than the rest, I am me.
Most everyone has something they have said or done in their lives they wish to keep in the past.
They lock it away in the skeleton closet for all eternity.
Then every chance they get they spread rumors, lies, or even truths that they had no business telling others, just to make themselves look good, or to be vengeful and hurt someone. If all your dirty little secrets were exposed, how would you feel? To each, his or her own, live your life and let them live theirs. Unless there were some criminal issues, nothing you can say will alter their lives. People choose to believe what they want to believe, good or bad. More often than not, all your efforts to make them look bad, come back on you and make you look bad. Let sleeping dogs lie, leave the skeletons in the closet
Dean Butler
